You're the life of the party, everybody's hostStill you need somewhere you can hideAll your good time friendsAnd your farewell to has-beensLord knows, just along for the rideYou think you're a survivorBut boy, you better think twiceNo one rides for nothin'So, step up and pay the priceIt's a high cost of low livin'Ain't it high time? You turn yourself aroundYeah, the high cost of low livin'It's bound to put you six feet in the groundSo many here who love yaBut still, you just can't tellReal ones and those who drop your nameAll the while behind your backThey lift the flesh right from your bonesYou should know by now through all their gameThey've been chasing each dream with whiskeyFrom here to TokyoUsin' up all your real friendsPlaces left to goIt's a high cost of low livin'Ain't it high time? You turn yourself aroundYeah, the high cost of low livin'It's bound to put you six feet in the groundDon't look behind youAhh, don't look backDon't turn to find reason in the pastPast is gone, gone at lastAnd it's high cost of low livin'And it's high time you turn yourself aroundWell, the high cost of low livin'It's bound to put you six feet in the ground